Drip, drop, drip, drop
Coffee drops,
O how they fall;
It growls, it purrs
When each drop falls
Below to black seas;
Steam! O steam!
Is it mad, is it upset
When coffee it makes?
It is hot, it is warm;
Carful little fingers,
They can burn!
Smell, sniff, inhale
The aroma it brings
To warm the senses.
It is done, it is ready!
O goody! Like Papa,
I of four have my own!
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Coffee drops,
O how they fall;
It growls, it purrs
When each drop falls
Below to black seas;
Steam! O steam!
Is it mad, is it upset
When coffee it makes?
It is hot, it is warm;
Carful little fingers,
They can burn!
Smell, sniff, inhale
The aroma it brings
To warm the senses.
It is done, it is ready!
O goody! Like Papa,
I of four have my own!
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